A witch will burn   when she's thrown into the fire   Not her she'll peel and writhe   but never expire   She crawls on webs of lies   I die up inside her   to take what's mine   that bitch the cinnamon spider      I won't try   and every time I tell that lie   I live without guilt   and I won't cry   and I hope you love your life   and live with your guilt      Consumed by hate and guilt   She'll never retire   too old to fix   too dead to ever acquire   slit wrists - talk shit   But she will never inspire   a plan to save herself   the cinnamon spider      I won't try   and every time I tell that lie   I live without guilt   and I won't cry   and I hope you love your life   and live with your guilt      bite heads off those who fail   and try to imply her   forlorn despised   I am the cinnamon spider      I won't try   and every time I tell that lie   I live without guilt   and I won't cry   and I hope you love your life   and live with your guilt      and I am fine   and I'll learn to take what's mine   and live without guilt   Oh yeah